"Banner?..."
"Yes?"
"What's this?"
"It's a sleeping bag Thor."
Thor held up the blue, shiny bag; his eyes narrowed in confusion. He hesitantly reached out a hand. He poked it experimentally with an extended finger, withdrawing it quickly when it shivered at his touch. Bruce just managed to keep himself from laughing aloud as he set out his own sleeping area. They were in the lounge. A two leveled lounge. Tony seemed to have two levels in every room. Bruce looked over the railings. Below him Nat and Wanda were sparring. Wanda used her powers to flings various, usually unbreakable, objects at Nat, who either dodged them skilfully or hit them out the way before they struck her. Bruce felt air rush past and ruffle his hair as Pietro appeared beside them.
"Hi. What are you guys doing?" He asked.
"Thor's checking if the sleeping bags are infested with Asgardian beasts."
Pietro sniggered and Thor looked up; his expression one of pure embarrassment.
Thor cleared his throat. "Did you need something?" He asked Pietro, eager to change the subject.
"Oh yeah… Uh… Hang on..."
A silver blur raced down the step ladder onto the first level, past Nat and Wanda, and disappear into the kitchen. He reappeared a few seconds later.
"Dinners ready." He reported, before racing down to relay the message to Nat and Wanda.
Wanda cleared away the objects that she and Nat had been hurling at each other with a short hand movement. Then she followed Nat to the kitchen. Bruce climbed down the wooden ladder onto the first level, Thor close behind him. They walked out of the room, down the corridor and entered the kitchen. The sight was hilarious. Pietro, Nat and Wanda were already sat at the long, rectangular, wooden table. Wanda was asking Nat about boys while Pietro looked on, awkwardly, twiddling with his phone. At a separate table to the left Tony was attempting and failing to teach Steve about computers. Clint was taking about 5 pizzas out of the oven. Pietro's gaze kept flickering over to him and even though he tried to hide it, it was very noticeable.
"And that's how you type!" A frustrated Tony was saying to Steve.
"Still don't get it..." Steve said, shaking his head. "And what is this?" He asked holding up the mouse by the wire.
Tony clapped a hand to his face in despair. "I give up." He murmured, throwing up his hands in defeat, sitting down in a chair next to Wanda with a heavy sigh.
Steve opened his mouth but no words came, he stayed in the position for several seconds before pushing himself out of his chair and going to help Clint.
"Pizzas up." Pietro remarked and he pocketed his phone as Clint and Steve laid the Pizzas on the table.
They ate in silence for most of the meal apart from a few comments on the quality of pizza.
"What now?" Wanda asked when they had all finished, and the plates were cleaned and put away.
"Ummm…"
"I don't know."
"Stark? Any ideas?"
Tony stared at the table, arms folded, for a considerable amount of time before looking up, the light of triumph bright in his eyes.
"Truth or dare?"